Blood and Brains

Her first 2 classes go by fine. The usual OMGANEWKID. atmosphere is happening, and it doesn't exactly bother her, as annoy her. It's not as if they've never seen a new kid before, why is she so special? There must be more new kids than just her, why does she need all the attention?

Her 3rd class however, sucks. She goes in and gets changed in the lockers on the lower level with the rest of the girls, in the girl’s locker room. Short shorts and a tank top. Slides arm warmers on her arms and ties her converse back up. On her way back up to the top level she puts her hair in a ponytail and then gets into her assigned spot that the coach points her to.

She goes through the stretches with the rest of the class, and luckily no one calls out on the fact that she's new, besides saying hey and then going back to their little cliques. She runs when she's supposed to, and plays the games with the class when it’s almost time to leave.

She's always hated P.E. class, it's her worst class. The one she always gets bullied in, for...reasons. People just always tend to hate her in that class. It starts there then travels to all the other classes, and essentially ruins her school life. Which is why she's had to move a lot.

Once the class is over she rushes to get changed, and out of there. She hates it when she changes in front of people, for the same reasons as why she gets bullied. It's not that she's fat, in fact she's skinny. Too skinny, in some people's opinions. She just gets bullied though. The rest of her day goes by okay, and she's just ready to go home and sleep. The first few days are always so tiring.

Over the next few days at her new school, she actually does meet new people, people she might eventually call friends. At least one person in each class. All girls, but that's okay. It takes a while for the boys to notice a new girl, usually.

Her P.E. class was suckish, as always. But luckily, this one seemed to be slightly better than the other ones she'd been in. These guys seemed to be less inclined to be bullies. Over the next month or two, she gets to know new people and yes, those people she met, the girls, did become her friends and they formed their own group of friends, hanging out all the time and going swimming, since it was still warm out.

Towards the winter months, however, people started noticing things about her. No one really said anything about it, but she heard whispers whenever she would happen to walk past certain groups. The 'preps' usually. The 'jocks'. Those were always the rumor starters. And everyone was prone to agreeing with whatever lies they spread, just because they were popular and ruled the school.

One day though, another new kid came to the school. A boy. She saw him in the hallways for the first day or two he was there, but never got the chance to go up and say hi, always being rushed from place to place with her friends. Finally, during lunch one day, she decided to go sit with him. He was sitting alone, as new kids tend to do.

She set her bag on the table and sat down right across from him, smiling politely. He seemed a little shocked that someone had sat with him, probably because she was a girl and he was a boy, who was new.

He was cute, too. Messy black hair and green eyes, pale skin. He didn't really seem like the type that wouldn't have friends if he was new. Although, he probably did have some girls eyeing him like hawks already, waiting for the proper moment to pounce.

Sarah knew, however, that no matter if you're cute or not, it's still awkward to be at a new school with no friends. So she became friends with that boy. She sat with him that day at lunch, and just talked to him. He was pretty cool. He liked to read, which was surprising to her, and he actually had a smart air to him, which she liked.

And over time, the two of them became best friends. Neither of them really knew how it happened, it just did. They went everywhere together, out to movies, to the indoor pool, the library. He got along with the friends she had before, but the two of them were really close. Maybe it was just because she had talked to him that day, when no one else had.

And once they were friends, all of the preppy girls backed off of him. As if he being with her was giving him an incurable disease that they would catch if they stood too close.

They went through that school year together, and that summer. The next school year started off good, but around the middle, it turned bad. The boy, named Jake, started having some problems with getting mixed in with the wrong crowd.